𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 2 (𝑰𝑰)

Specially denied.
Five years ago.

"What do you mean he's having a rough time?" Theodore ask eyeing his grandson who was still quiet. "He sneaks out, drink til he's fucked and fucks every living being with a pussy. Doesn't that sounds like someone who's having a rough time?" William shamelessly tells his Dad and mum about his sons issues.

Sylvia and Theodore sits at the sofa before Sylvia asked Owen, "Darling Owen, are you ok? What happened? you were not like this when we last visited. You were laughing, telling stories not ignoring us and brooding-" "Things changed, ma." Owens suddenly spoke cutting off his grandma.

"Owen, I know your going through something we don't know but you don't dare cut off my wife, or I'll cut off your tongue." Theodore warns Owen in irritation. Owen scoffs in reply. "Oh Teddy, don't be like that to Owen, it's ok." Sylvia scolds her husband with a light slap on his bicep. Theodore only sighs.

"No, mum. Dad is right, Owen shouldn't talk to mum like that." William defends his dad. "Even if he's going through something." He adds giving Owen a pointed look, Owen only looking back at his father.  

"Let's start with the meeting, yes?" Eleanor speaks up who was still leaning on William, tried to change the subject. "What's it about anyways?"  Ellaryn wonders aloud.

"Well my darling, we thought it's time for your brother to lead our mafia since he's at age and we we've already stalled it for too long." Sylvia excitedly replies to her granddaughter making Ellaryn's eyes widen and gasp, her eyes lighting up in excitement for her brother whilst Owen stays silent, now looking at the floor. "Owen, it's time. we're both getting older and i want to spend more time with your mother." William follows in reply, squeezing Eleanor for a second as he did.

Ellaryn looks at her brother waiting for his reply. Ellaryn always wondered how one can lead a mafia. Yes, her dad is one but he always keeps his stories short and/or censored scene's since he doesn't want to scare his 15 year old daughter. Ellaryn knows that she can't lead as some mafias, including theirs, has a rule that women shouldn't lead Mafias as they only should be worshipped, but that doesn't mean that agrees with it. She think its stupid and ridiculous. Why? Because even though that rule stands, many 'men' abuses their wife. 'Is that the new worship or something?' Ellaryn always thought.

"No." Owen mumbles. "What?" Both William and his father said in unison as they looked at Owen then looked at each other. Both hoping  they both heard him wrong and/or he changes his answer.

"I don't want to." Owen shortly replies, his eyes looking back and forth at his father and grandfather.

The 3 girls exchange looks with nervousness. No one ever rejected their inheritance to the mafia. No one from 8 successors, until now.

"You can't-" "You can't force to me to lead the mafia. Or i'm sure i'll lead it to it's doom." Owen cuts off William with a scowl and threat.

"We can and we will. Ellaryn can't lead it, no one except you can lead our mafia, Owen." Theodore stands up and stalked towards his grandson after he replied angerly. His wife, Sylvia tried to stop him but he simply tugged his hand away from her grip. Shocking the girls and William, making Ellaryn rush to her grandma from her spot to put her arm around her shoulders, side hugging her while Eleanor looks at Sylvia with a 'are you okay?' look. William lightly shook his head and walked towards his father and placed his hand on her shoulder for comfort.

"And it's both your fault - that Ellaryn can't lead when she's fully cable do it." Owen starts as he stands up, leveling himself with his father and angry grandfather with irritation. He finishes his sentence with a glance to Ellaryn. "You both had the power to banish that stupid rule that woman can't lead this mafia. Why? because their sacred? because they should be worshipped? When you-" He looks at his grandfather and father. "Sometimes don't even treat them with respect they deserve." He chuckles with a realization. "But i think i know why you guys didn't change it or at least didn't to change it, because it fitted you guys so well. Why change a society that fitted you so well, right?
Because if that rule didn't exist, you wouldn't lead the mafia. It would've belonged to your sister. One third of everything we—you own right now wouldn't be yours. It would have been your sisters." Owen rants to his family, specially to Theodore, who looks at him with fury.

"That's not the point and your sisters too young-" William tries to meddle, knowing that if he doesn't change the subject his father will explode but gets cut off again by his son.

"That is exactly the point—and even if its not, I don't fucking want to! You can clearly see i'm not in the right head space! You said it your self, that i'm fucked, that i'm having a rough time, and you still want me to handle the mafia when i can't even handle myself?!"  Owen lividly scream to his father, not caring about the consequences anymore. 

Sylvia, Eleanor gasp and Ellaryn gulped as he looked at his brother who was panting. William stared at Owen in worry and shock. 

Theodore suddenly turned around and left the room, slamming the door close.

The room was in silence. Owens head was spinning, because after a long time he addressed what he was feeling not only to his family but also himself. To his mum, To his dad, To his grandparents, To his sister. Oh, her sister, they used to be so close when she was just a toddler, it again faded when got certain he wanted to reject his inheritance to the mafia and when he got worried what would happen to her and got into alcohol.

Next to their mum, Owen loved his sister to death. She was Owen's rock and still is.

He never wanted the mafia. Growing up and being the oldest and the son of William Atkinson, his path was clean and open; Be the leader of the mafia and get married to a decent women. Though he was thankful he doesn't want that. He wants his own path and not some old path used by almost everyone in their family. His only problem was 'What would happen to Ellaryn?', 'Will she be given a chance to lead since they don't have another brother?', 'Will she be married off to someone she doesn't love?', 'Will she be ok?'. All those questions worried Owen, sometimes it even haunts him in his dream. He doesn't want Ellaryn to live a life she doesn't want but he also doesn't want to live a life he doesn't want.
He had to choose.

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Next chapter will be the present time.

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Specially yours, Hydramare